But I’m being a good friend right now and asking how much weight you’ve gained.” Alix looked down toward her neon orange shorts. A mushy pudge made up of baby weight, a gym membership she’d never gotten, and sugar-based smoothies consumed in the sun poked out over her waistband and underneath the damp tank top. Alix sighed. “I’m afraid to check.” “Oh, God,” Tamra said. “Why didn’t you say something earlier?”